Page 5 of Bonding the Band

“Condom?” I asked, voice tight. Between the sparks of pleasure he elicited and his heady alpha musk, thinking was an uphill battle.

He fished around in one of the drawers and got one on with lightning speed. “Wrapped and ready to tap.”

I barked a laugh. “The worst line ever.”

Hendrix grinned down at me. “Not the worst if it made you laugh. Now, let’s see how many other sounds I can get you to make.”

I nearly leaped out of my skin when he slid down my body and snared my thighs, burying his face between them. I quaked, lacing my fingers in his hair and holding tight until pleasure crashed over me like a tsunami and I was shakily stuttering out his name. I lost track of how many times he made me come like that. It felt like a game for him, seeing how close to delirium he could get me before he finally crawled back up and gave me a searing kiss.

Being half-feral for an alpha was a new experience for me, outside of heats. I was ready to ride Hendrix into the ground by the time he sank into me, both of us panting and shaking. Holy hell, my body wasnotused to alpha cock. The stretch of him wasthe most delectable burn, and I arched up like a bow, trying to catch my breath as it stoked all of my primal instincts to life.

“Don’t stop.” I whined and pressed against his ass with my heels, demanding more, even though I was pretty sure he was about to split me in half.

Hendrix withdrew slowly and snapped his hips back in, sending me over the edge when his teeth scraped over my throat. Desperation clawed at me, and with the way his hands gripped me, I could only assume I wasn’t alone in that. What right did this man have to taste so fucking good? I didn’t evenlikealphas, and here I was, writhing under one…and Ilovedit.

Sometimes being an omega sucked ass, but right now? It fucking rocked. My brain was a soup of hormones, my instincts preening over having attracted someone this beautiful.

Hendrix moaned, licking up my throat again. “You want my knot, beautiful?”

“Give iiiit.” God, that sounded pathetic. But not as bad as the whine I let out immediately after. Apparently, Hendrix made my dignity fall off a cliff…much like my clothing.

My eyes flew open at his next sharp thrust as he buried deep, his knot swelling to trap us together and setting off a cascade of sensation that had my whole body shaking, my scream muffled by the deliciousness of his mouth. When I could finally breathe, Hendrix snuck his fingers between us to stroke my clit, my pussy giving a surprised squeeze at the first brush.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, teasing me again.

I squirmed, but there was nowhere to go. Pleasure seared through me as he played my clit like a goddamned guitar until I broke for him with a strangled cry and a rush of slick.

“Baby doll, you. Smell. Like. Heaven.” He punctuated each word with a shift of his hips that made me gasp. “Feel like it, too.”

I couldn’t quite form words, between the pressure of his knot and the alpha musk unraveling my brain. Instead, I kneaded the muscles of his back like a contented cat, my purr filling the small space, his own rumbling in kind.

I naively thought Hendrix might be done with me after that knot, but I was sorely mistaken. The man was a machine. As soon as his knot calmed down, he was right back to riding me.

“Present for your alpha, beautiful.”

God help me, I followed that instruction. I’d always thought it was a tiny bit demeaning, but when I did it for him, nothing but desire washed over me, and the angle it created for his cock to drive into me had me falling apart all over again.

Time lost meaning while I was in his arms, and I came so many times, I was little more than a pile of overcooked noodles for how limp I felt.

When I woke the next morning, my head was full of fog, my muscles ached pleasantly, and my mouth was bone dry. Normally, I only felt that well-used and exhausted after a heat, all the hormones swimming around leaving me blissed and floaty. Maybe he’d just smelled so good, it triggered a spike off schedule. I rolled over, breathing in that woodsmoke and citrus scent that remained as intoxicating as my first whiff of it. Hendrix had one arm draped over my waist, and he was just as pretty in the daylight.

A quiet movement on the other side of him snapped my attention to the naked body of a blonde beta woman. When the hell had she shown up? I didn’t remember her at all. Oh god. Ohhhh god. It didn’t matter how beautiful Hendrix was, I clearly hadn’t been enough for him. I needed to get out of here before the icked-out sensation making my stomach turn actually made me throw up.

I gathered up what bits of my clothes I could find, tugged them on, and ran for the hills.

The venue was locked up, but the bus station wasn’t too far and I could get back to the university easily enough. Once I was safely on a bus, I pulled out my phone but found the battery drained. Clover was probably freaking out.

Anxiety kept me in a choke hold the whole ride back to the dorms. The farther I got from Hendrix, the more my body demanded I beg the bus driver to turn around. That was not fucking happening. I had already debased myself enough for a hit of that citrus scent and orgasms strong enough to make my eyes roll back. I was never going to crawl back to someone who got tired of me in the middle of the night and added another person without notice.

No one had come back to the tour bus to kick us out when we’d overslept into the morning, which was suspicious as hell, and the back of my brain was insisting I had to look into it.

One of the other riders let me use their charger cord and power bank to get a bit of juice. Once the phone pinged to life, I tappedHard Knot Lifeinto the search bar and went to images, immediately seeing that unfairly beautiful face staring back at me.

Son of a bitch!

I’d fucked the lead singer.

Great.

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